Lunch at the pond

To be honest... Mithras had fixated on the frog thing. Memories of his failed attempt still haunted him apparently, and he felt a sudden fiery vengeance towards the slimey creatures. He would learn how to catch them. In fact, he had so fixated on this that he didn't realize how uncomfortable he'd made his packmates. If he had, he probably would have left at once, but unfortunately for them all he had become quite distracted. He was broken from this distraction by the arrival of Domino, who asked if they were having a party. Well... Why not? "Esarosa, would you terribly mind giving a bit of a lesson on frog catching? I've always wanted to learn. If we're not imposing, that is?" He looked to Domino and gave his old friend a warm smile. They'd have to catch up sometime soon, perhaps the two of them could walk a patrol together sometime soon.

He turned his gaze back to Steel, and was taken aback by the unhappiness in his eyes. Mithras was at first surprised, but understanding dawned on him relatively quickly for how typically thickheaded he was. He'd always suspected that Steel was in this pack for someone else's loyalty, but he hadn't ever felt like the other male opposed him. Now... he was forced to wonder. He frowned, and decided he'd talk to Faria about it soon. If Steel didn't like him... Well, okay. He couldn't force that. But if he was hurting or discontent he didn't want that problem to grow. Faria knew him best, perhaps she'd know what to do. Food for thought, he decided, turning his attention back to frogs.